Invincible Immortal Age Novels & Stories

"Now let me quickly answer your question before going back to my story... You see, considering my true age right now, I was a gullible child then. and when I said I am immortal, I meant I can't die a natural death unless someone finds out ways to kill me or I do it myself. You understand?" "Yes, yes!... I have one question. May I ask?" "Of course, shoot." She replies "How old are you, truly?" "I kinda knew you were going to ask me that." She says and chuckles. "Well, I stopped counting and caring about my age a long time ago. I can only give you the correct answer if I check the record of when I was created. If I'm asked to guess though I would say, two thousand, nine hundred and eighty year

Zach questioned, and although I wasn’t expecting that from him, he was valid to have asked, “Many mortals... I mean, immortals; sorry for mixing it up; I have heard them to have lived a much longer life.” “That is expected of them,” I said, not withholding my tongue from calling him out for being so slow. I mean, they are immortals for a reason. “I have a period in which I am supposed to live, so you can’t say I am immortal; I am just lucky enough to live for longer.” “So you are like, twenty seven?” “I stopped aging at twenty five; it is a long story.” "So, how old are you now?” “Old enough to be your great, great, great, great, great, great, should I keep going because there are several mo

I suddenly wondered how far that ability could carry him. How many things can he do? “Can you take the face of others?” “No.” He shook his head. “It doesn’t work like that. There are rules. A balance to everything.” I silently slumped down to sit on the foot of the bed. Willing to hear him out. “We’re far outnumbered and every year more of us die.” “I thought you were immortal?” “Immortal in the sense that we do not age, don’t catch disease. We don’t die as other things do.” He paused as he studied a particular crevice on the bit of wood. “But we can still be murdered in the ways anyone can be.”

"Once we drain them completely, we’ll have what we need. The holy water—immortality.” The weight of her words settles in my chest, and for the first time, I feel an odd sense of awe. To be immortal, untouchable, stronger than anything on this earth... it’s beyond anything I ever dreamed. “You’ll never age,” Marlow continues. “You’ll never be harmed. Your strength will surpass all, and you’ll remain youthful forever. You’ll be our weapon—our legacy. We’ll be unstoppable.” And I, Eleanor, will be the force that ushers in a new era for humanity.

Aelanor cried. "Princess, if I may," Nimuel explained, "immortality refers to the act of living forever under the influence of ordinary factors, not withstanding external elements. In a way that the immortal creatures don't get sick or age when they live in their own worlds, the one created exclusively for them. It is when an outside factor is included in the equation, that we risk death, or illness, and this pestilence that is affecting the immortal worlds."

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

With that, we never stayed long in one area for a long time. Our mother had miscarriages, but in their tenth year of being together, they successfully had Connor, and then a few years later, they had us. For unknown reasons, my father’s blood made her immortal like him, and in our case, we grew up like normal children but stopped aging when we reached eighteen. For many years, our parents studied our blood, our growth, everything, making us their test subjects, in which we willingly cooperate.

She asked. Ares looks mature and confident. She always wondered what is his age. Ares thought about something deeply. "I don't remember it." He said. He has been asleep for few hundreds of years and before that he ruled for thousands and thousands of years. He is a lycan and lycans are immortal. They never die. Thea frowned hearing him. He doesn't knows his age. "How is that possible? Everyone knows their age." She said and looked at him.

The only rules the creatures followed were the rules from their kind. "H-help me." The voice was weak, but she was able to locate the owner. It was a skinny young girl. She was barely reaching adulthood. Or maybe she had passed maturity and was way older than her, but due to insufficient nutrients that her body needed, she looked malnourished. The looks of the Hancian’s would fool everyone because of their immortality if they reached a specific age requirement. After that, they will stop aging and growing. Time will stop for them.

Houses and establishments were built all over. He met two mortals and his companion whom he meddled and mingled with in this time of the year. He fell in love with her yet, she can’t return his love. Leana and Geanne were the mortals whom he saved; Whitney, his lovely companion never left his side, they all escaped World War together. After the mortals left him, he felt lonely that he studied blood transfusion, he wanted Whitney to be an immortal. He never failed, his once mortal dog became immortal because of the blood transfusion. It was a successful one however, Whitney’s appearance changed. But it didn’t changed his companion’s attitude.